Sonnet Of Lost Youth Poem by Katz Haus

Unbeknownst to all, within my soul
A fractured candle flickers and I strive
(reminding myself how it once was whole)
With verse to keep the fragile flame alive.
How fev'rish was the furnace that did roar
When youth's exuberance did fan the fire;
Upon updrafting currents did I soar;
Now circumstance and time a-march conspire
To suffocate the fire with cloaks of lead
To quash it, quell it, slowly dampen it
The embers crushed into a dying bed;
At last remains a wav'ring candle lit.

Hold fast to molten memories, for they
Will keep our spirit-lights alit today.



September 2008